Some of my best memories growing up were sitting with my dad, opening packs of baseball cards, him coaching my little league teams and just talking about the game.

It was never really about the cards—it was about the time we spent together.

Those moments stuck with me, and they’re what inspired me to write my book, "Cards From My Father". It’s a story about baseball, but more importantly about the bond between a father and son.

I have a feeling a lot of people in this group can relate.

About the Book

https://frankscardcorner.com/cards-from-my-father

Did anyone else grow up collecting cards with their dad or have a baseball memory that still sticks with you?